The Voyeurs - Pt 1

The children were away at camp for a week so they had set up a "date" to explore each other's fantasies, languish in the company of one another and basically "have at it". There would be no "Mom?" "Father?". Greta recalled the song, "All week I've your husband, today, I want to be your man." She was very sentimental that way and looked forward to them having "alone" time.

In their anticipation for each other, they forgot to shut the phone off, but this was one call they had awaited.

Hart reached for the phone drowsily, "Hello?" "Hart? It's Remy." He repeated out loud "Remy". Greta sat up in bed and picked up the extension and listened. "Hi Remy." "Can both of you come up here tomorrow night? I have a client and I keep my promises."

Greta and Hart looked at each other, their eyes widening with excitement. "Of course, yes, by all means, we can be there," exclaimed Hart. His pulse was racing. "Details," he said in his cut-to-the-chase manner. Remy understood his thought process. "Male, age 35, white, average height and build, overactive libido, heretrosexual, but wants to become a missionary now."

Both Greta and Hart were replaying Remy's words in their heads, thinking, "interesting, fascinating, intriguing." Greta chimed in, "Okay, he's going to allow us to watch?" "Yes," said Remy "You may watch. I explained to him that Hart was interested in having the procedure and it would be a great help to him to see it first hand."

Remy was Greta's dear friend from years past, having worked together in the poorer sections of the city, helping the homeless and older veterans. Remy took on a new persona once she moved to New York, using her knowledge as a surgical nurse to serve the "underground" as she felt that they too had been done a disservice.

Hart's libido was incredible, but the truth was, it wasn't just shared with Greta. There were numerous affairs and flings on his part. Greta had grown weary of the "dinner with a friend" line and also there were substantial health consequences if one was not careful.

Greta had through tears, talked to Remy after each "I'm sorry" that Hart issued. But Remy knew that he was hopeless and would pollenate the entire world if he could. Hart was in love with his life and his wife. He was just flawed.

Remy shared the idea of castration with Greta saying it would remove his "edge", "take the wind out of his sails" and "calm his restlessness." Remy knew for a fact that Hart was never without companionship on his convention trips and trips abroad. Greta would find the receipts, the little "morning after" notes or the "call me soon" numbers written on a drink napkin.

Greta vowed to keep her family intact and her man in line. She broached the subject delicately, but with resolve that it was "this way or the highway."

Remy guided her to a website on which she could view pictures, read stories and interact with others flirting with the same destiny. Greta tried to guide him to the more gentle, loving and supportive stories.

Slowly, Greta found that Hart's interest was piqued, reading to her at night a new story he found that reflected their relationship or one that was just plain sexy. Then they would make love passionately, with him begging her to castrate him.

It took over their sex life, playing "games" of castration with her outlining his balls with a serrated knife, or taping his penis while it was erect and get him off.

Hart loved his wife's new aggressiveness and found their sex life even more heightened and gratifying. He was straying so much anymore.

When Remy confided in Greta that she had performed some castrations, Greta was initially shocked, but she shared it with Hart and he found it tantalizing, asking her to reveal details and they would go over them dozens of times, his cock getting hard at the thought of it and he would have to have Greta immediately.

The couple had reviewed some videos of actual castrations, but knew that watching it in "real time" would be the complete ultimate. Hart would pull her onto his lap, both facing the television, his cock inside her and stroke her clit as the cutting and revelations of each testicle would emerge. They would finally climax in a tumultuous stirring deep inside.

And so their time had come. A trip to New York together. A time to see that which Greta wished for her husband and he too was now coming to terms with.

"Directions?" asked Hart and Remy dictated them as he wrote them on the bedside pad. "We'll be there Rem, it'll be great to see you - love you." "Love you both," said Remy. "Bye, see ya."

Hart could barely contain himself. "Come to me Greta, right here," he pointed to his mouth. Not shy, Greta went and sat on his mouth, clasping the poster bed rails. His tongue ran up and down her slit, teasing her, probing in and out as she groaned with elation. His tongue barely flicked at her clit before she realized the power of the orgasm she was going to have. She was cuming in waves, her thighs shaking and convulsing. He tasted her sweetness and reveled in it.

Greta then moved to his balls and took them in her mouth, feeling them swelling for her. Greta thought "Once he sees this, it won't be long, he'll want it more than I do." Greta stroked his cock hard and with purpose. They were almost animalistic in their desire and urge to please one another. Greta loved to see him grow, his cock change colors and become rigid. It brought her to climax once again as she rode his strong thigh. Hart began to lurch torward her as the crisis drove him wild.

"Oh God, Greta, I'm gonna cum," he yowled. "Now," she said, cum for me, Hart, I want to see that explosion all over me." Hart was grunting and growling as he could hold back no longer. "Hart, I'm gonna take your balls, " Greta said as she put her hands around them. "Mmmmm, God, Greta, they're yours, yes, yes, oh God....." and his legs shook violently as the beautiful white cream emitted from his quivering cock. Greta licked at it lovingly and then kissed his lips, letting him taste himself.

"Mmm, that was so wonderful, God!" he murmurred. "Yeah, let's snuggle a bit and go pack for our adventure tomorrow," she said. He kissed her again with a possessiveness she had never known with him. She nestled into his arms. He tenderly said, "I do love you, Greta." "I think you do, Hart." was her reply.